spring is in the air...... reproductive glands..... a mulatto, a mosquito, an albino, my libido.......... and in the end, its only.... round and round and round.......... and round and round ......
its the question that drives us all, neo. its the question that brought you here. do u know the question............" which way is the loo?"..............
(you think that's gunk you're peeing?)
staccato gunfire erupts from all round me...... i cower, and cringe, the world is suddenly awash in a new haze of smoke, beirut is now. baghdad is here. the reliance webworld offers to let little kids blow up not-so-real big men for free........
i am charmed. so i sit down by their side, and watch them die.
blown up, their intestines splattered on the sidewalk, with a dash of ketchup, and some sarsaparilla sauce.two eyeballs careening wildly round the corner, i'm running behind them to catch them... shouting at passers-by, who look on mildly interested. it is late afternoon, and eyeballs are at best a passable snack when the stomach is empty and desperatoion is writ large on the wall....
but the wall has someone guts smeared over it. not mine. though the eyeballs are.
mine that is. not ures. tho' i could share them with u if u wanted. the white part is nice.i can give you some of the gunk on the inside. they call it vitreous humour in the textbooks. i am sure that noone has found it funny enough to laugh. but u can have them. in a tall glass. with cherries.